I'll talk but you won't listen to me
It's the last day of November. And the last day of this NaBloPoMo experiment. I missed one day (November 22), because I was at my parents' house and I forgot. What a bummer. I learned that I really do not have something to say every day. I learned that I probably would be better off if I could post from work (I always seem to have something to say there). I learned that when the site is acting wonky and I can't post, I panic. And I learned that planning my weekend trip to start on December 1 was very wise indeed.
Labels: writing
posted by j @ 5:47 PM
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I have posted from work. It's true. Although the posts in question tend to be rife with spelling errors and poorly constructed as a result (not that the ones I do from home are exactly shining examples of perfection, but that's a different story).
Today sucked a giant bag of dicks.
Hee hee, excellent choice in lyrics for this post.
This title brought to you by:
Sinead O'Connor - "The Last Day of Our Acquaintance"
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